The world is but a perpetual see-saw.
I confused things with their names: that is belief.
A Constitution should be short and obscure.
Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
The self is hateful.
Pleasure and pain, though directly opposite are contrived to be constant companions.
In order to conquer, what we need is to dare, still to dare, and always to dare.
We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.
Every journalist owes tribute to the evil one.